She looked up from the vase and found him still staring directly at her. It was as if he was waiting the whole time, for just this moment. He nodded his head, motioning to a nearby door. Truly? Right here? Right now? In the powder room? Was that not just another cliche that went with the loud engine sound motorcycle and the bad-boy attitude of his? Was she really going to go into the bathroom with another man -- her fiancé's brother, for goodness sake -- at her engagement party?
She was. Cassy walked, as if in a daze. She closed the door behind her and waited. The face that stared at her from the mirror was flushed and radiant. She was so happy she was delirious, so excited she didn't know what to do with herself. Where was he? Making her wait. Frankie Bushman knew what to do with women, it seemed.
The doorknob turned, and he walked in, smooth as a knife, locking the door behind him. His lips curled into a smile, a panther with his prey. He had won.
"Come here," she whispered. She had made her choice. She didn't want to wait a moment longer. Outside the door, in the middle if the party, the pink roses burst into flames.
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